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[takashi_waku]

Who: Moji Kunihiko, Takashi Waku, Mayako Makishima, Shirou Machi, tba
What: Spending time with everyone's favorite cancer patient.
When: May 10th, afternoon.
Where: Royal Base Medical Ward

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[littlecancerboy]

He can't stop laughing.

His shoulders shake, a hand clasping the oxygen mask close to his lips; he draws deep, rattling breaths from the respirator to make up for the breath that Waku's idiocy keeps taking away.

There is something far too funny about a fourteen-year-old--tall enough to be mistaken for a sixteen-year-old--singing and dancing like a ten-year-old girl.

Moji picks up a spare pillow from underneath his neck and throws it at Waku with a black, burned hand.

[takashi_waku]

"--Hey! Come on, you said this was your favorite song."

Waku leaned down to pick up the pillow.

"Don't tell me it's not a faithful rendition."

He walked over to tuck the pillow back behind Moji's head.

"How you feel? Any pain?"

[littlecancerboy]

He shakes his head.

[takashi_waku]

...But no meant yes. Waku knew Moji far too well by now.

"Where?"

He sat on the edge of Moji's bed and kneaded the swollen lymph nodes in the younger boy's arm.